Tuesday, 8 September 2009

The music was loudAnd I was immersed by the vibesAround me were charactersFrom a novel I just finished readingThe musicians, looking elatedWith every note playedExpressions on their facesLook as if they were orgasmingAnd I think to myselfHow divine, for a person to createA note, a childJust to be ableTo create

Around me were characters From a novel I just finished readingFeeble mindsPeople whose past and futureAre nothing but oneSimply because they don’t Prove their existenceIn the realm of the mortalsYou remember how they wereTen years agoAnd meet with them againTwenty years laterAnd they are still the same

Around me were characters From a novel I just finished readingThere is the dreamerWho lives elsewhereYou think she is among usPresentBut her mind is on a different planetScrutinizing humanityFrom high aboveMocking our generationAnd the fast pace it tookTo realizing its carnal goalsTo achieving its useless endsNot stopping for a momentTo absorb notesPlayed by some musiciansWho dedicate their existenceTo the creation of somethingWe all long to imitate

A fool man lives in my headHe comes out in the hour of darknessMaking an imperceptible appearanceIn my night’s first dream

The fool man restrains my brain From dozing off He gives way to sleeplessnessThe whole night through

The fool man is evil He wants to suffocate meHe presses my legs and shouldersHe lifts me up from my bedTakes me on a trip while I scream unheardKnowing that he is in my headThe fool man throws me on the groundEach night He throws me on the ground

I wake up dumbfoundedEach nightI know the fool man is transparentI know he is in my headBut he is stronger than I amHe is taking my sleep away

Sunday, 6 September 2009

When moments perceived as eternityPass by in fractions of secondsAnd the hours fly by And you are still where you areOn that bedIn that homely roomNext to the same personTalking about the vital and the trivialWorrying about nothing outside the wallsFeeling nothing but the soothe and comfortOf the moment

When this scene is repeatedIn your mind, the day afterAnd your heart goes on beatingThe same beats of excitement And ecstasyAnd you long for the coming opportunityTo relive a moment away Outside the walls of this lifeOutside its ups and downsIn the same room filled by the imaginary delightAnd the ongoing rummaging of lost dreamsTurning them into bits of realityOnly real inside the barricades of your thoughts

Then, and only thenHang on to that heart beatFor it is the small thingsIn the person next to you That make you enjoy each minute spent That are worth dreaming and longing for

Thursday, 3 September 2009

There is a noise in my headA scarcely audible noiseIt comes from a place farawayFrom the mouth of a little girlUttering hushed wordsIn the ear of a little boySitting beside herOn a hill, up above the seaShe tells him a storyOf a dream she once hadTo go to a place so farawayWhere she would meet a little boySit beside him on a hill,Up above the seaHow at sunset, her words would Fade, drown with the sunAnd be embraced By the deity of the deep seaWho will make them pigments Coloring grains of sandAnd drop them little by littleIn the daydreams of the girl When eternity had passedAnd the memory of this placeIs barely recalledShe will be in her primeShe will hear a noise in her headA scarcely audible noiseOf words uttered ages agoBy a little girlSitting next to a little boyOn a hill, right above the seaIn a place that is far away But will she remember?